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becausenoothernameisavailable · 4 years

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Ready, Set, Go.

Summary: And all hell broke loose.

Prompt: Fantasy AU for the Dalton Big Bang featuring the walking dead.

“No, not now, I’m tired.” Julian groaned and moved his leg away from the hand that that was travelling up his clothed leg. “Lo, seriously.” Julian said, jogging his knee, trying to shake off the hand that was persistently moving up his side, fingers raking into his clothes, “What is wrong with you.” and opened his eyes to find a walker’s bent head right in front to him.

The women, if you could call her that, had her scalp torn off, her face gaunt, eye shrunken, and smelt like that dead. She hadn’t yet realized he was awake and Julian slowly moved his hand around trying to find the gun he was sure he had nearby when he had fallen asleep.

He wriggled his fingers around him and the women slowly made her away up towards, when he heard Logan whisper, “Stay still.” A loud twack could be heard and then women dropped on him, dead,

“Are you okay?” Logan asked as he walked up towards him.

”Yeah.” Julian agreed and pushed the dead walker off.

“Good shot.” He said studying the round bullet hole, on the women’s forehead. “Close call.” Logan corrected and handed Julian his gun. “We need to move, they’re never alone.”

The world had ended one school day, news filtering in of a virus which reanimated the dead and then everything broke loose. But they learnt to survive, banding together, it helped they were all together and Dalton being the school it was prepared them, sort off, on how to how to survive in the wild, with archery, fencing, camping being the courses provided and the boys being the boys they were had too much practice with nerf guns and except now the nerf guns were replaced by real guns, thanks to Wes and his family along with the decorative spears, mallets, shields and other weaponry that made up the artistic décor that was Dalton.

“Come on, we need to get back.” Logan said cleaning up the area and dousing the small fire they had made with sand. “We need to tell them that we need to move again.”

“You know Charlie and Justin are not going to like it.” Julian said dusting his clothes and exchange his shirt for a clean one. “Yeah, but I almost lost you today and I don’t think the others will be down to lose anyone else.”

“I call this meeting to order.” Charlie said into his walkie talkie, he was the first inline of the contingent, a Dalton school bus that carried the majority of the Windsors and a few teachers

“Who died and made him king.” Derek muttered his hands on the steering wheel of other Dalton school bus that was filled with Stuarts and some students from Dobry and the schools from the surrounding area.

“Too soon.” Justin muttered as Spencer nodded steering the army war tank carefully. It was a gift from his father, Commander General Willis who was in charge of the evacuation and finding out a new area for the remainder of the people to settle.

“Listen up people.” Dwight’s voice could be heard over the commotion. “Scout one has just joined us reporting area towards the left as clear. His eyes trained on Blaine and Kurt on a bike joined by the twins in the Hummer. “We have yet to hear back from Scout two. Houston out.” and this was soon followed by Mullet rock and all the boys groaned.

“Ok, who allowed him to be the overwatch again.” Nick from Stuart said and he was immediately thumped on the head by Wes and Bailey. David was driving the Dobry school bus mostly filled with Hanover, the remaining of Dobry, and few Stuarts.

“Hey, Guys” Riley spoke carefully he was bringing the rear with the few day students that actually made it to the school and the remaining Windsors. The day students – Lancasters were the last of the mile-long contingent supported by Sydney Willis in another army tank and their job was to protect the long diesel truck that Justin was driving slowly and carefully. It was a precious commodity needed to run their vehicles.

“I see a gathering behind us, around 12 klicks.” Sydney barked into the tank's mike. “It’s not a large group but they are definitely gathering.”

“They seem to be chasing something.” Dwight said and Casey opened up the hatch window of the tank to find the Impala next to them.

“It’s Scout two.” Han’s voice piped out, looking at the Drone's camera and Charlie stopped the bus immediately and the Windsor contingent groaned. “What do you mean?”

“I thought it was to be a simple recon mission.” Derek groaned as he watched his best friends’ race towards them.”

“Incoming. Incoming.” Julian could be heard screeching.

“You’re leading them right us.” Kurt sighed and Blaine rubbed his back and handed him his gun. “Come, we’re needed.”

“Battleplan.” The Willis Sibling yelled simultaneously and Justin smiled.

“All the buses move ahead and block the passage. “ Sydney directed moving the tank out of the way “Shooters change hands and come back. We need to clear the crowd.”

She was soon joined by Blaine, Kurt, David, Dwight, Casey, Hope and Riley. The others that were the Twins, Derek, Ace, Katherine, Wes fanned out in a circle around their contingent tightening the borders.

Charlie, Shane, Reed, Drew, Satoru, Bailey and the others were up ahead to protect the buses and the Diesel truck.

“Snipers to the roof.” Han’s voice could be heard. “Aim for the eyes.” They are simple but are determined.” as he watched the small hoard slowly but steadily follow Jules and Logan who soon reached them.

“What's the plan.” Logan gasped out hands shivering as he let the bike come close to them. They all saw his hands shivering. “Maybe it’s for the best that you move up ahead to Charlie. It looks like there is some chatter on the mainline. Don’t worry, we got this.”

What soon followed was a whole lot of guns cocking and some very sharp shooting and the group of walkers were decimated. Knowing the value of bullets, the group soon reverted to weaponry when the mass of walkers reached them and they soon cleared them within minutes, stabbing the walkers expertly between the eyes or severing throats; the only way to successively kill a walker and soon bodies of the dead were littering the road.

“What next.” Sydney asked as she cleaned her long sword. ”Well, dad came through.” Logan smiled as he looked at the message that was playing out in front of him. “We got coordinates.” Spencer asked, “We got coordinates.” Julian repeated.

“And the other contingent?.” Kurt asked referencing their parents, that they had lost contact with a few weeks earlier. The main contingent had gone ahead to clear the area for the kids but they had lost connection with them due to a scuffle with a large group of very persistent walkers and the kids were trying to get in contact with them.

“Them too.” Charlie smiled, “Each and every one of them.” as he read the corresponding series of messages

“Well then, ready, set, go.”

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casualneonglitterpainterposts · 5 years

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My Monster High OC's Profile page: Gadiel Stein

I only just realised that when I posted this to my DA page, I forgot to post it here too. Sorry it’s a little late but hopefully it gives you an idea about Gadiel Stein

Full Name: Gadiel "Gade" Julius Stein

Age: 17,000 years old (17 in human years) DOB: 13 July Height: 5'9 (176.9cm) Eyes: Sapphire blue (right eye) golden brown (left eye) Appearance: Mullet like white, cool grey, ice blue, black hair slicked to the left (long-ish hair), various shades of green for his skin, small stitch through right brow, right cheek and going from left of forehead, two sliver nuts (one either ear), two silver bolts- either side of his neck, deep sea green shirt/ a white blood stained jumper over the top, grey-ish blue ripped/torn baggy jeans and deep sea green lace up boots with golden yellow trim and golden yellow lightning bolt either sider of boot. Personality: kind soul, sensitive, slightly romantic, a bit of a rocker- edgy, somewhat tough, little bit of a bad boy, friendly and very welcoming. Family: Viktor Stein (father), Viveka Stein (mother), Frankie Stein (younger sister), Alivia Stein (youngest sister), Victor (Sparky) Stein (Frankenstein- Grandfather/grandpa), Jules (Julia) Stein (Frankenstein/Kress- grandmother/grandma/creator). Friends: Hoodude Vooodoo, Porter Geiss, Neighthan Rot, Robecca Steam, Finnegan Wake. Likes: Playing electric guitar, writing his own music, singing, rock n' roll, playing with his band "Pulse", biology, , his two younger sisters Frankie and Alivia Stein, visiting his grandmothers gravestone, a certain artistic blue funnel ghost (Fabiola), doing some mad science with his father, hanging about in his grandpa's old laboratory in the catacombs, sleeping, doodling, rocking out, sharing his music with others, travelling about and his family. Dislikes: rude people or bullies picking on others, seeing people sad- he will go over to them and do whatever it takes to cheer them up, water- it doesn't mix well with him and judgy people. Profile: Gadiel Stein is the only male child in his family and the eldest out of the Stein children. "Gade" has two sisters, Frankie and Alivia Stein- they were created by their father Viktor, on the other hand Gadiel wasn't made by his father. His grandmother Jules had made him as a gift to the steins to look after and protect his two sisters. Though he is seventeen in human years, his body parts made him 17,000 years as they are quite old. "Gade" is a sensitive kind soul with a passion to become a great musician: he writes and plays his own music with his band "pulse". Gade has a bit of an edgy personality, though at the same time he is a lover not a hater. When he's not playing in his band or writing music, Gade likes to study biology, go hang out in his grandpa's old laboratory in the catacombs or visit his grandmothers gravestone- mostly as he is closest to his grandma- due to her being his creator. Besides his music and adventurous side, Gade has recently fallen in love with a young blue artistic funnel ghost called Fabiola-he loves how she's so passionate about her work, how friendly and cute she is too. Though he is kind and friendly, Gade will only be tough on those who think its alright to be rude or pick on others, he can't stand cruel or wicked people. He also likes to cheer up others when their sad-he will go over to them and do whatever it takes to cheer them up. One thing that Gadiel can't stand in water, mostly as it doesn't mix well with a monster brought to life with electricity. Overall, Gadiel might be made of parts of people, occasionally fall apart and rock out, but underneath his various green skim beats the heart of a kind loving person.

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likesugarandcyanide · 6 years

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Delicious [Part 2] Bittersweet [Henry Bowers]

Evelyn woke up on Saturday morning to the sound of a hammer on nails. She hauled her tired body from the bed and moved over to the window. Frank was awake, working on the shed – he promised his wife Annie he’d fix the door months ago. Evelyn remembered him being exhausted after yesterday’s fiasco; he spent the afternoon drilling his daughter and her friend about what happened in town. The red haired teen did all the talking, urging Julia to follow her lead. She lied about the altercation – Butch didn’t mention it so neither did she. The patient man was red in the face, begging them to expose Henry in front of Butch, but Evelyn admitted to nothing. She went to bed that night, questioning her reason for covering for him. All she could think of was that she wanted to protect Julia; fuck Henry.

Evelyn leaned her face against the window, admiring how her warm breath easily fogged up the glass. She thought about going back to bed – she had nothing planned for the day – but she was restless. Her mind was awake; she was curious about what the day had instore. Evelyn decided to get dressed and check up on Julia. She traded her gown for a pair of jean shorts and a loose fitting top; in the event that Frank needed her help. Her bare feet thumped against the floor as she crossed into the hallway. Julia’s bedroom door was open a few inches, so Evelyn decided not to knock and moved inside.

Julia wasn’t in her room. Her closet was wide open and clothes were thrown across the floor like she left in a hurry. Evelyn wondered where she had gone and hoped that she didn’t go alone. She hurried out of the room and paced down the steps, moving into the kitchen. Annie wasn’t even home. Evelyn snorted in annoyance and slipped on her shoes, opting not to wear socks. She knew that Frank would know where Julia had went; if Annie went with her or not.

Frank was singing loudly to himself as Evelyn approached the shed. She waved at him once he noticed her and waited until he climbed down the ladder to wave back at her. Evelyn noticed that he had a pocket full of nails and offered to help, but Frank turned her down.

“I’ll be done shortly,” he told her. Frank went over the work bench and grabbed a glass of lemonade Annie made for him – the ice was melted but he was very thirsty.

Evelyn moved some tools around and leaned against the side. “It’s about time you got to work on this.” She pointed up to the door, opting not to mention he used the wrong nails; the boards above the door wouldn’t last the first storm.

“Annie was on my butt about it; argued that the push mower was lookin’ shoddy in the front yard.” Frank put the glass down and wiped away the sweat from his brow. He glanced at the red haired teen and noticed the curious look on her face. “I bet yer lookin’ for Jules. She and Annie went to the store.”

Evelyn nodded in understanding. She had hoped Annie would go with her; the Bower’s Gang might be out. “I wish she would have woke me.”

“Actually … I asked her not too. I needed to ask a favor of you so I let cha’ sleep a little longer.”

“What kind of favor?” Evelyn tilted her head and frowned. Something about the cautious way Frank mentioned it had her mind reeling.

“The items Butch ordered for his barn came in this morning.” Frank cleared his throat. “I told him I’d drop them by his place today, but I need some help luggin’ it all over there.”

Evelyn set her lips into a frown. She remembered overhearing the conversation between Frank and Butch at the milling company – the officer mentioned it once before in the alley. From how it sounded, Butch was mad at how long it was taking to get in the boards and paint. He told Frank the he would refuse to pay the cost for the supplies if he didn’t deliver them by the next day. Evelyn sighed in annoyance; she wanted to say no, but she didn’t want to upset Frank. She nodded her head and turned her attention to the ground below her feet.

Frank leaned forward and grabbed her arm; she glanced at him. “Thank you for this, Eve. I’d ask Jules, but after yesterday I don’t want her anywhere near Butch or his son. It’s no surprise that he allows Henry to run wild and for whatever reason he’s got his eyes set on her.” He smiled reassuringly at her. “I know that with you I have nothing to worry about. Hell, I’m willing to bet you could take Henry in a fight.”

“You sound so sure.” Evelyn faked a smile. She pulled herself off the work table and moved towards the house. “I’ll finish getting ready, then we can go.” As she walked away her smile faded to a frown. Her only hope was that she wouldn’t have to deal with Henry. She wasn’t sure that she’d be able to keep Julia safe with him after her.

During the afternoon, Frank pulled his pick up into the lot at the Bower’s residence. Evelyn got out of the truck and followed him up to front door. Her heart was beating against her chest and her clothes were sticking to her skin. It was hot; worse than it had been all day. She waved herself with her hand and waited at the bottom of the steps as Frank knocked on the door.

“Ya home Butch? Eve and I brought the supplies ya ordered.” He knocked again, opening his mouth to yell again. However the door opened before he could and Butch stepped out on the porch with a huff.

“I hear you, damn it.” Butch shaded his eyes from the sun and sneered at the other male. His eyes drifted over to Evelyn and he let out a grunt of irritation. “Why’d you bring the girl? She gonna be any use?”

Evelyn snorted in annoyance. But Frank covered for her by laughing. “You bet. Eve can help us carry the supplies.” The teen rolled her eyes at him; he was such a pain sometimes.

“Whatever you say, ya old bastard. Give me a second.” Butch leaned back into the house and tilted his head back. “Boy! Get the hell down here and help us out. And bring 2 beers with ya.”

The heart in Evelyn’s chest skipped a beat. Henry was home. She took a look around and was thankful to see that the Trans-Am was not parked nearby. Still, she somehow knew he’d be home. Evelyn hid behind Frank as the mullet haired teen appeared in the doorway, handing over 2 beer cans to his father. She hoped to hell that he wouldn’t notice her.

Butch tossed a can to Frank and shot a look to his son. “Go ahead and start unloading the boards from the truck. Drop any of them and I’ll tan your hide.” He knocked Henry in the head as he passed, stomping down the small set of steps that lead into the yard. Butch noticed Evelyn hiding behind Frank and shook his head. “Take the girl with you and have her help. Might as well use her since she’s here.”

Henry was baffled and turned to see Evelyn leaning as close as she could to the balding man sipping on his beer. Her hands were balled into a fist; fingers turning white. A second passed between them where Henry swore he saw her eyes look him over, but just as quickly she turned and looked away. He grinned and headed towards the truck; Evelyn followed slowly.

Once they got there, Evelyn opened up the truck bed and crawled into the back. Henry stared at her ass and legs as she moved the smaller tools to the back of the truck bed. An image of him rutting into her from behind crossed his mind and he flicked his tongue over his chapped lips; she didn’t look half bad on her hands and knees. He glanced towards the front porch to see his father and the old man had gone inside – probably to drink. Evelyn was left to his mercy.

The red haired teen pushed a box of nails to the edge of the tail gate and jumped out of the truck. She hugged the box, watching as Henry grabbed some of the smaller planks and lifted them onto his shoulder. His biceps flexed and Evelyn stared in surprise; Henry looked nice in his olive colored cut off.

“The hell are you staring at?”

Evelyn’s body went cold; her eyes widened. Did I seriously just let him catch me staring at him? She cleared her throat and pointed with her finger towards the old barn in the backdrop. “That it? You lead and I’ll follow.” Her face burned in embarrassment.

“So you can stare at my ass?” Henry sneered at her, tickled by her sudden lecherous glare. He wondered what other expressions she’d make; the noises he could lure out of her. “All you had to do was ask if you wanted a show, baby.” His free hand reached down to grab the crotch of his jeans.

For fuck’s sake. Evelyn rolled her eyes and set off towards the barn. The faster they unloaded the truck the sooner she could leave. She propped open the door with her knee and slid in, coming to an abrupt stop once she saw the condition of the interior. It was a mess; dry hay stacks were stacked on top of one another and shattered bottles littered the floor. Evelyn had no idea where to sit the box and moved aside for Henry to enter, following his example as he propped the boards against the wall. She went to move; resolution in mind, but Henry caught her arm and yanked her back around.

“The fuck, Bowers.” Evelyn winced at the unintentional Indian burn he gave her.

“Don’t think I forgot about yesterday, bitch. When I catch her, I’m going to do a lot more than cut out her tongue.” Henry brought Evelyn closer; near enough that he could smell the grape gum scent of her perfume. His mouth watered for a taste. However, the deep seated hate in her hazel eyes kept him from leaning in. He expected fear; expected tears. But she gave him none of those things. The fuck is wrong with this broad? Patrick said she was feisty, but Henry didn’t realize how much.

Evelyn was able to control her body from shaking. She was scared for Julia; nothing she could do would stop Henry from hurting her. But she had to try. “I won’t let you touch her again. Even if you break me, I’ll stop you.”

“The hell are you gonna do about it?” Henry was pushing her; he could see it in her eyes. She wasn’t fearless, Evelyn was only pretending to be. Her gaze dropped, shifting to the floor. Henry couldn’t stop the laugh that tore from his throat.

The conflicted teen thought about it. What could she do? Henry was a force to be reckoned with; she couldn’t fight him off. Begging would only spur him on. But one thought crossed her mind. “Let me make you an offer, in exchange for Julia’s safety.” Evelyn thought she might get sick. Her stomach churned as she looked into Henry’s eyes, giving him a desperate pout.

Henry took the bait, curious about her expression. He had only ever seen Greta make it when she needed something from him. “What kind of offer?” His mouth felt dry.

“Myself.”

Henry nearly groaned; his body hummed in arousal. He stared at her lips as they opened, looking so kissable. A relaxed sigh left his mouth as she gently raked her fingernails down his upper arm. She wanted him; his heart pounded against his chest. But, he wanted more from her. His lips pulled up into a smirk. “Like I haven’t heard that before.” He hadn’t, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. “What makes you so special? Your no different than all the other bitches I’ve had.”

“You mean Greta Bowie and her friends?” Evelyn felt Henry squeeze her arm as a warning. She was treading on thin ice; she needed to be careful. Leaning forward she set her cheek against his and blew gently into his ear. “Having the same old thing can be so boring. Face it, Greta is about as exciting as watching paint dry. I bet she doesn’t even care if you get off. Why not want something new.”

The curious teen snorted; she had no idea. Greta knew how to fuck – she could suck dick like a porn star – but of course her skills beyond sex were just as boring as Evelyn had described. There was no spice and undeniably no way Henry was going to listen to her whine about her life because she thought he cared. He just wanted to fuck; vanilla or not, he wanted to put his prick into something. The red head in front of him with lips so unbelievably sexy had no idea how damaged he was – being raised by an abusive father made him shut out the feelings of others. If Evelyn wanted to have sex with him for favors, she’d need to keep up with his pace. Henry decided that she’d have to prove how eager she was to be his. “I’ll bite, toots.” He buried his calloused fingers into her curly hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck to him. Her scent was driving him crazy. “You so eager to whore yourself out to me? I’m warnin’ ya, I don’t play nice.”

“I’ve heard,” Evelyn clarified. “But, I wouldn’t make the offer if I couldn’t handle it. Whatever conditions you have, I’m all ears.”

Henry hummed in thought. Whatever I want. He had never fucked a girl who gave him free reign. Honestly, he didn’t know what to say. A smile pulled at his lips; his eyes shifted over Evelyn’s smooth and pale skin. “You’re mine until I’m done with you. The rest I’ll make up as I go.”

Evelyn nodded the best she could. “Deal, but on the pretense that you forgot about Julia getting you that F. I’ll be yours, but you have to promise to stay away from her; ignore her existence if you want, but please keep the guys off her.”

“Whatever,” Henry snapped. His grip tightened, luring a pained cry from her throat. He wanted her so bad, but he wasn’t fully convinced she wanted him. She just stood there like a fucking deer caught in the headlights. “The hell are you waitin’ for? Make me want you.”

“Let go of me. How am I suppose to do anything with my head in a vice grip?” Evelyn visibly relaxed as Henry released her hair. She knew he’d be intolerable to deal with; not many of the girls he fucked were rumored to come back for round 2. Evelyn was certain Henry had never even been in a relationship before. Make me want you. She rolled her eyes. Since when did he turn down sex? Taking an unsteady breath she lifted her hands and placed them flat down on Henry’s chest. He immediately tensed up and she smiled. “Relax; I’m gonna take care of you.” Had he never been touched so intimately before?

Evelyn was pissing him off. She obviously wasn’t listening when he said no to playing nice. Henry wanted it raw; the touchy shit she was doing honestly wanted to make him tell her to fuck off. However, when she moved behind him and began kissing his neck; threading her thin fingers through his hair, Henry lost his breath. Her lips were warm and felt so nice against his skin. He nearly moaned, but he did flinch as her chest pressed against his back; the fresh bruises left on him were a reminder that her bitch friend got him beat the night before. Henry hissed at her to stop and she did. Her hand on his shoulder moved further south until she was palming his dick through the front of his jeans. His blood was boiling, making him grow hard beneath her fingers.

“Turn around,” Evelyn instructed. She moved away from Henry and slid her fingers to the front of her shorts, unfastening the stud and zipper.

Henry turned and watched her slide her shorts to her ankles, shimming her hips as pulled them off. Her panties were silk and red with a tiny bow at the top. “Classic slut.” He liked them.

Evelyn smiled; classic asshole. “They belong to a matching set.” She moved cautiously across the expanse of the barn and sat on the edge of a hay stack, pulling her legs apart. “But if you don’t like them, you can always take them off me.”

Selling it, aren’t ya? Henry palmed the bulge in his jeans and hastily ambled over to her. When he was close, she reached out and grabbed his belt loops, pulling him between her thighs. Henry felt her grind her pussy on him and watched her bite her bottom lip.

Evelyn hummed in arousal and glanced up at Henry with a tilt of her head. “What are you waitin’ for?” A coy smile pulled at her lips as the mullet haired teen glared at her. She was jerked up, leaning against Henry’s chest as he pressed his chapped lips onto hers. For a moment, Evelyn was dazed. A shiver ran down her spine. She eagerly opened her mouth when prompted to and moaned when he forced his tongue in.

They licked and sucked at one another, sharing their breath – Henry tasted like cigarettes and gum. He wasn’t supposed to feel so good against her, but he did. Like they were, Evelyn nearly forgot Henry was a bully. She nearly forgot he was planning to maim her friend. All she wanted was for him to fuck her; force every bit of his anger onto her. Evelyn caught his hand in her hair and brought it to the front of her panties. She was relieved to see that he caught on and pouted as Henry pushed his thumb roughly against her clit. He rubbed in small, quick circles enjoying the soft pants that escaped her lips.

“You like this, slut?” He did; his prick was hard and pressing against his jeans in an uncomfortable manner. The red head uttered a quiet reply and bucked her hips against his hand. Henry could feel the fabric of Evelyn’s panties dampen with every thrust of his calloused appendage. He wanted to be in her, but she wasn’t quite ready for his dick yet – he didn’t want to hurt himself trying to thrust into her unprepared cunt. Henry coiled his fingers around the edge of her panties and moved them aside, sinking into her up to his knuckle. “You’re fuckin’ wet. ” And tight.

Evelyn panted; currents of pleasure tearing through her body. There was some pain, a burning sting in her walls, but it felt enjoyable. She buried her heals into the dry hay and arched her back. Henry wasn’t gentle with her, thrusting fast into her warm cunt. The lewd sounds she heard made her face heat up in embarrassment. The hell is wrong with me? Her body acted like it had never been fingered before. She was nervous to image herself being filled with him; Henry would tear her apart.

“Easy,” the girl huffed. She wouldn’t last as long the rate he was going. Her eyes locked with his, catching him roll his own. He infuriated her. Evelyn barely was able to push him back and moved herself onto the floor of the barn, sitting up on her knees.

“The fuck are –” Oh! Henry realized what Evelyn was going when she reached for the silver stud on his jeans, pulling it apart and yanking down the zipper. He watched in amazement as she yanked down his pants and briefs in one go. Her eyes widened a little as she glanced at his dick, clueless expression on her face that brought a laugh out of Henry. “What? Can’t handle it?”

Evelyn glared at him, coating her lips in saliva. “I’ve had bigger.” He was going to require a lot of spit.

“Then you shouldn’t have any problem takin’ it all.” Henry curled his fingers in her hair and pulled her forward, nearly smacking her in the face with it. Her comment didn’t even weigh on him; she was a liar.

The red head leaned forward and slid out her tongue, giving his shaft a slow, long lick. The guy from her last fuck liked to be teased, so she hoped Henry wouldn’t mind the time she was taking to prepare herself. She brought her lips together and kissed him. A grunt from him nearly made her pull back, but once his fingers pulled her close she knew he’d liked it. Evelyn kissed again and brought out her tongue to lick a trail up to the engorged head of his prick. She sucked gently at the tip and pulled back with a loud pop.

“Fuckin’ bitch. Just suck it already.” Henry couldn’t endure the teasing. He was already close to tapping out; he wouldn’t last if she kept up with whatever she was doing. His eyelids squeezed shut and his jaw clinched. She was going to suffer for playing around with him.

Can’t handle it? Evelyn held back a laugh. She slid the head of his dick passed her lips and took in as much as she could. Her mouth watered at the sudden intrusion and she did her best to control her gag reflex, since he was at the back of her throat. He’s a little bigger than I thought. Go figure. Evelyn rolled her eyes and began to bob her head, moving up to the tip and back down again. Each time she tried to take in more of him, she choked. Her eyes filled with tears as she stopped to catch her breath.

Henry didn’t allow her too long to rest. He buried his fingers into her hair and crammed himself back into her mouth. She groaned in discomfort, but he didn’t care. The sandy haired teen fucked her face, moaning at the current of pleasure it gave him. Her fingernails tore into his thighs, adding to the enjoyment. She was running out of air; he could tell from the pleading look her moist eyes gave him. He’d be generous, but not the next time. Henry let her go.

Evelyn tore away from him and coughed. It was hard to breathe with his prick at the back of her throat. She wiped away the dribbles of spit that had escaped her mouth and glared up at him, eager to tell him to go fuck himself, but her voice caught in her throat. Her tear stained eyes widened; Henry was jerking himself off in front of her. Damn that’s hot. She stared for a few minutes, watching his eyes roll back as he panted. Her body hummed in arousal. Evelyn leaned forward and slid her mouth over him again, swallowing his decent tasting pre cum as it leaked from the tip of his dick.

Henry bucked his hips and moved his fingers to the back of Evelyn’s head, allowing her to go at her own pace. He was so close; his body was on fire. As the buzz of his orgasm intensified, he shoved himself into the back of her throat and came hard, spurting his seed into her mouth. A soft pant escaped his lips as he pulled out and stared down at her. Not bad.

For fuck’s sake. Evelyn spat out the foul taste onto the barn floor and wiped her mouth on her shirt sleeve. Her jaw was sore; numb. She watched Henry redress and stood to do the same. Once she was back in her shorts, she felt Henry grab her arm and yanked her into him. His arm slid around her waist.

“You have a deal.”

A weight was taken off her shoulders. For Julia she’d do anything. How bad could it be; Henry was attractive. A smile pulled at her lips as she took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

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au-universes · 7 years

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Convoy Pt 4 (Convoy AU)

Dean and Cas arranged a meeting place just outside of town, hopefully hidden from the cops, although Dean doubted they’d be safe anywhere. The streets were crawling with the law.

Dean pulled up next to Cas’s truck. Cas was leaning against the door. Dean jumped out of his truck and ran to him, gathering him into his arms. Cas held onto Dean, not asking questions. Dean needed support, and Cas understood.

Eventually, Dean pulled away. “What happened?”

“Ezri needed to go to the hospital. It was time. Sam was going to drive her there in his truck, but as soon as they stepped out the door, the cops were there.”

“Saruman?”

“No, he wasn’t there. But Officer Kendall was. He’s the one who made the arrest. Another cop took Ezri to the hospital.”

“We came all this way so Sam could be with Ezri, and they took him away.”

Cas didn’t say anything for a moment. “The last I heard, they were taking Sam back to Arizona to be tried. However, Saruman is headed here. They’re still after us Dean.”

“I know. There’s no way they’d let us walk free. And there’s no way I’m letting Sam rot in some jail. He wanted to see his child and god damn it, he’s going to see his child.”

“Dean-“

“You don’t have to come with me. I want you to be safe, that’s my first priority. But Sam deserves to see his child, and that child deserves to have a father.”

“I’m with you Dean. I always have been and I always will be. But if we’re going to do this, we’ll need backup. The two of us alone can’t take on Saruman and his forces.”

“I know Cas. We’re going to need the biggest convoy in history to free Sam. It’ll take a miracle to pull this off.”

“But we will. Sam and his family will be reunited.”

Word spreads fast in the truckin’ community. It took mere days before every trucker in the southern states had heard the news. The Rubber Duck needed help. And fast. From the Rhythm Fusions in the east to the Crazy 8s in the west, everyone was setting aside their differences to help Dean free Sam. It didn’t take very long before they had a half mile convoy going west down 287.

The first to join the convoy were the Rhythm Fusions. They came from Texas, so it didn’t take long for them to catch up with Dean and Cas. Ashley “Boot Straps” was their leader, and she came with five other trucks to support them. Their second in command was Paris, or “The Princess.” She may have been a princess but she could fight like a warrior. Also in the Rhythm Fusion gang was Matt “Honey Stick” and Gacé “Party Ass.” The two of them were known to raise hell wherever they went. Sharing a truck was Kaia “Big K,” and Colleen “The Zebra Goddess.” They were some of the youngest truckers to ever drive across the south. They always drove together, but they were not alone in their truck. They had adopted a cat, Soske, but they had given him the handle of “Halfstache.”

The next to join the convoy was the deadly duo, Julee and Brad. However, the trucking community called them Wildcat and WD40. They ruled northern Texas together, and no convoy passed through without their permission. The ruled with an iron fist and were feared by many, including most cops with any sense. It was said when anyone that powerful joined your convoy, it was a lucky sign. Wildcat and WD40 were ready to stay with Dean and Cas till Sam was a free man.

The issue came when the convoy entered New Mexico. Dean heard news that Saruman had Interstate 40 blocked off through the entire state. No one could get on the road from any direction anywhere in the state.

The convoy pulled over in a rest station about ten miles before the border. There were plenty of other roads through New Mexico they could take, but none of them were as direct or as safe as I-40 was. Dean had no idea how to navigate through the desert of New Mexico, and he didn’t have time to learn.

“What’re we going to do?” Dean asked Cas. “Going around New Mexico will take too long. It’ll be too late.”

“What we need is someone who knows their way around New Mexico,” Cas said.

“Well, maybe I could help you out,” said a voice.

Dean and Cas turned around, and there stood Jimmy and Steve, the sun shining on them, making them look angelic. They walked forwards to meet Dean and Cas, the wind blowing their hair back.

Dean gasped at the holy sight before him. “Captain? Plaid Pants? You came back?”

“Well, we couldn’t have the cops blockin’ our highway,” said Steve.

“Yeah, this needs to end,” said Jimmy. “And, we brought backup.”

From the east, ten trucks rolled into the rest station. They parked and hopped out of their trucks. Dean recognized them immediately. The first to approach Dean was Sean “Papa Dink,” a trucker from the north who was rumored to never stay in one place long, and he always left a trail of destruction behind him. Next came Nathan “Whiplash” and Zach “Chicken Tender.” The two of them and Sean were three members of the Crazy 8s, a truckin’ gang that was widely spread throughout the west.

Colin Creevey approached Dean next. Known as “Bad Finger” to the trucking community, Colin was not a force to be reckoned with. With him came Voldemort, or “You Know Who.” He was rumored to have died seven times, but he had always come back to life.

One of final five truckers to enter the convoy was Nick, the “Naked Mole Rat,” who was rumored to have a relationship with the head of the Rhythm Fusions, Boot Straps. Billy Ray “The Mullet” Cyrus had also joined the convoy along with Putin, aka “String Bean.” Tyrone had also come with them, although he wasn’t exactly a trucker. He drove a U-Haul and didn’t have a code name, but Dean was glad for the support nonetheless.

The final trucker who came with Jimmy from New Mexico was none other than the governor, Kara. Before becoming a governor, she was a trucker for the Rhythm Fusions. “It’s about time I got back into the game,” she said when Dean asked what she was doing here.

The convoy now consisted of 20 trucks and one U-Haul. Jimmy agreed to lead them through New Mexico while avoiding the interstate and, hopefully, the cops.

Just as they were about to get back into their trucks and back on the road, Sean called out, “Wait! Look, to the east!”

All of the truckers turned their heads in the direction he was pointing. There came one lonely truck, approaching the rest station at top speed.

Dean squinted at the truck, not believing his own eyes. “It can’t be,” he muttered.

“I think it is,” said Cas in awe.

The truck pulled up to the rest stop, and the legendary trucker known as the Prophet stepped out and onto the dusty Texas pavement. “Heard you were trying to break my record,” he said, smiling to Dean. “And I’ll be damned if the longest convoy is created without me in it. Not while I’m alive.”

“Kevin!” Dean yelled, running over to meet him. He grabbed the old man into a hug. “I thought you said you’d never drive a truck again.”

“Things change Dean. And it looks like you need all the support possible. I would be honored to help you free Sam.”

Dean was at a loss for words. Never, in his entire life, had he felt so loved and supported by any group of people.

Luckily, he didn’t have to say anything. Jimmy took over, yelling to the truckers, “Let’s go free Sam!”

By: Luci